His Secret (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Three

A/N:

Hey guys!! I'm like really really sorry about not updating in a while. Fangirling has just gotten in the way of everything :p especially with 5 seconds of summer out now. If you haven't checked them out yet, I suggest you do! they're very talented & cute :D ... erm, yeah so, I'm trying my best to remember where I was in this story so bare with me! And also, a massssssssive thank you to every one of my readers!!! {just reminded myself of the boys right there} love you all! thanks for sticking with me :) xx.

Harry's POV

We pull up behind Liam's car in front of Zayn's house. Louis swiftly jumps out of the car and charges toward the front door.

"Lou! Get back here!" Liam whisper-yells running after Louis.

"Zayn! Zayn! Open up!" Louis shouts, banging on the door.

"Louis! Are you crazy!?" Liam shouts.

"Eh... Maybe just a little." He smirks.

I silently chuckle as Leah and I approach the boys.

"Is he home?" Niall wonders.

"He's gotta be. He doesn't drive, it's not like he could get up and drive away." Louis says in a duh tone.

"So now what?" I ask, throwing an arm around Leah.

"Stay here." Louis commands, trotting off toward Zayn's backyard.

We all look at each other curiously as Louis disappears.

"What is he up to now?" Liam sighs, shaking his head.

Suddenly, the lock of Zayn's front door clicks. The door slowly opens to reveal Louis, standing tall and proud.

Liam's mouth falls open as he tries to speak.

"Wha-What.. The-" he starts.

"Coming in?" Louis smiles.

We all look at each other in complete shock.

Niall is the first to walk in as Liam and I collect ourselves.

We soon follow Niall into the darkness of the house.

"Maybe he really isn't home." Niall suggests.

The living room is pitch black but I spot a couple of dishes sat out on the coffee table.

Louis begins to tiptoe up the stairs as the rest of us stand in the middle of Zayn's living room.

Once he reaches the upstairs, he knocks lightly on Zayn's bedroom door.

I hear the door creek open and a female voice sounds.

Stephanie.

"Haha. Uh.. Where's Zayn?" Louis chuckles nervously.

"He's asleep." She answers in a sleepy morning voice.

"Hmm, well-" Louis starts before Stephanie cuts him off.

"Let's go downstairs." She suggests.

Heavy footsteps boom from the upstairs hallway before Louis and Steph trot down the steps.

"Ooh, hey guys. How'd you all get in here? And shit! What happened to your face Harry?!" Stephanie greets us, a bit startled.

"Hey babe. It's a long, complicated story." Liam smiles.

"Well, your ex's brother tried to break into my house last night as you know and we kinda fought." I explain.

"Oh damn.. What are you guys doing here then?" She yawns, plopping onto the couch, playing with the seam of the oversized t-shirt she wears. It's must be one of Zayn's.